Stephanie Johnson:

The knife in my hand was still, a sharp contrast to my thoughts. I clenched my jaw, waiting as the hate inside me built up. Rage was frying any comprehensive thoughts as I looked at the boy in front of me. I hate you. I hate you. I hate...

"You." I let my thoughts slip out unintentionally. There goes my element of surprise.

Park paused in his writing before looking up at me. He looked almost the same as before, just a little paler and more polished. However, I was taken aback by his eyes. Although they held my gaze cooly, their sparkle of mischief was gone. In its place was something tired and dark. The longer I stared, the heavier the knife became.

"How lovely to see you again, Stephanie." His voice was cold, sending shivers down my spine. He really has changed.

"I wish I could say the same." This meeting wasn't going at all how I expected.

"No, you don't." Something slipped, a crack in the boy's porcelain mask. Just as quickly, it was gone. For a moment the Park from camp had returned. For a moment, he was my friend. But that moment was over.

"So this is what you betrayed us for? A cushy little office?" He raised an eyebrow at my question. His office was large...and empty. The window behind his desk flooded the room with light, sheer curtains pulled to the sides. His desk, although expensive-looking, was still small, making the room seem even emptier.

"That's a bold assumption coming from the girl who abandoned her brother..." Park trailed off at the end as if there was more he wanted to add. Did I really leave Santiago behind? It had been a while since I recalled that exact scene.

"Fucking run!"

I thought about how I never looked back, even with the screams.

How I ran on and on.

How I had found Luke and Darcy.

How I had momentarily forgotten about everything.

I had forgotten about Santiago.

I really did.

I left him.

"Where is my brother?" Please don't be dead.

"Why should I know? Better question, why should I care?" He smirked, leaning back in his chair.

"Because you're the reason we're in this situation. You betrayed us." Without thinking, I lunged at him. I'm going to cut off your head. This is all your fault.

Bang!

Something flew past my ear. I paused, hovering over the boy, knife extended. I looked at the source of the sound. Park's arm was extended in front of him with a very familiar object in his hand.

A gun.

He tried to shoot me.

I turned my head slightly, knife still toward Park, to glance at the wall where the bullet had embedded itself. Oh my gosh.

"You tried to kill me!" It came out as an exclamation. My heart had started beating violently, sweat dripping down my neck in fear. He's going to kill me.

"You're the one that brought a knife to a gunfight." He was standing now, back towards the window. "Luckily this room is soundproof or we'd have guards breaking in right now." His tone was clipped as he looked at me. Against my better judgment, I lunged at him again.

Bang!

"You should've brought a better weapon." There was a slight sting in my upper arm. I looked at his face. He's mocking me. The smile playing on his lips made his intentions very clear. He's missing me for fun. My confidence was slowly evaporating, being replaced with terror.

"I didn't ask for your opinion." We were circling each other around the desk, each wary of the other's movements. How do I get out of this situation?

"I'd really hate to kill you right now. A trial would've been nice."

Now it was my back towards the window. There really is no way for me to win this fight. I backed up until I could feel the glass behind me. The knife shook in my hands as I held it in front of me. C'mon Steph, get your act together.

"I don't want to hear from a traitor." As much as I tried, I couldn't hide the tremble in my voice. This is it. I'm going to die here.

"I never betrayed anyone." His voice had dropped in pitch.

"Yeah right. Tell me the truth."

"I think you're the traitor here. Why did you leave us behind?" I startled for a split second at his words. A second too long.

"I-"

Bang!

The glass behind me shattered as something grazed my cheek. Shit. I was falling backward and there was no way to stop myself.

Am I going to die?

I still have to find Santiago.

I can't die yet.

Slam!

My body collided with the ground. Shards of glass embedded themselves in my back like small pinpricks. Only now was I thankful for the thick quality of my shirt.

"Why did you leave us behind?"

Park's question echoed in my mind as my head throbbed. There's going to be so much glass in my hair.

"Fucking get her!" A voice came from above me. I looked up to see the boy leaning out the window several stories up. I have to move. Forcing myself to my feet, I stumbled momentarily. I need to fucking move. Taking in my surroundings, I settled on the forest in the distance before taking off.

If I can find Castle. Maybe she can help me.

Until then, I had to stay alive.